But his search had no result, and we had to fall back into the current from west to east.
I must observe at this point that during all our search we never descried land or the appearance of land out at sea, as indicated on the charts of preceding navigators. These maps are incomplete, no doubt, but sufficiently exact in their main lines. I am aware that ships have often passed over the indicated bearings of land. This, however, was not admissible in the case of Tsalal. If the Jane had been able to reach the islands, it was because that portion of the Antarctic sea was free, and in so "early" a year, we need not fear any obstacle in that direction.
At last, on the 19th, between two and three o'clock in the afternoon, a shout from the crow's-nest was heard.
"What is it?" roared West.
"The iceberg wall is split on the south-east."
"What is beyond?"
"Nothing in sight."
It took West very little time to reach the point of observation, and we all waited below, how impatiently may be imagined. What if the look-out were mistaken, if some optical delusion? But West, at all events, would make no mistake.
After ten interminable minutes his clear voice reached us on the deck.
"Open sea!" he cried.
Unanimous cheers made answer.
The schooner's head was put to the south-east, hugging the wind as much as possible.
Two hours later we had doubled the extremity of the ice-barrier, and there lay before our eyes a sparkling sea, entirely open.
